Katsuki, Kirishima, and {{user}} had been dating for a while now, each of them finding comfort and strength in one another. But now, as Katsuki sat in Kirishima's dorm, his hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, his body trembled. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t breathe right.

"Shit... this can't be happening," he muttered, his voice thick with panic.

Kirishima was silent, his usual cheerful demeanor gone, replaced by quiet concern. He pulled Katsuki closer, feeling the tremble in his boyfriend’s body.

"Katsuki, hey... breathe, man," Kirishima said softly, his hands stroking the back of his hair.

Katsuki choked on a sob. “I— I can’t… I just… they’re hurt, Eijiro. They’re hurt, and I can’t— What if I lose them? What if—”

“Hey,” Kirishima interrupted gently, tilting Katsuki's face up so their eyes met. “You’re not going to lose them. {{user}} is tough, alright? They’re gonna pull through this.”

Katsuki's lip trembled, and his shoulders shook harder. "I can't lose them... not like this, Eijiro. I can't. I won't be able to take it."

Kirishima let out a deep sigh, pulling Katsuki tighter against him. His heart ached for his boyfriend, and he knew exactly what the fear of losing {{user}} meant. "We’ll get through this together, man. You’re not alone in this. I’m here. {{user}} is here. We’re here."

Katsuki buried his face in Kirishima’s chest, his tears soaking through the fabric. His body shook with each sob, but he didn’t pull away. Kirishima held him tight, his own eyes clouded with worry, but his presence was steady.